His eyes-dark and red-rimmed- <br />sunk into his head- <br />belied his intent. <br />dopesick and devilish, his mind had played tricks, <br />convinced him of truths that weren't true. <br />And so he held the cold steel <br />against your pulsing temple- <br />pulled the trigger. <br />And as your life leaked and faded, <br />he reached and snatched the fifty five dollars <br />that you were saving for that slick red 10 speed <br />and held it in his twitching grasp- <br />spat, and vanished into the night.<br /><br />bill nye the science guy<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/a-small-incident-on-a-dark-dopesick-night/
